We’re Not Out of the Woods Yet

by Louise Allan | May 25, 2020 | DIARY | 2 comments

I first published this post on Facebook, where it was shared over 100 times, so I thought I’d re-jig it and share it here, too.

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My husband is Head of Respiratory Medicine at Joondalup Health Campus. In March, Joondalup hospital (along with every other hospital in Australia) prepared to be inundated with huge numbers of very sick COVID-19 patients, as had happened in the US, Europe and China.

Outpatient clinics and elective and semi-elective surgery were cancelled, while surgical wards and theatres prepared to become makeshift ICUs. Those decisions mainly affected the elderly and vulnerable as their clinic appointments were postponed and surgical procedures delayed.

Each day my husband went to work and saw his frightened patients. Their lungs already compromised, they were anxious about their chances if they caught the virus. They wanted reassurance from my husband, something he couldn’t provide because he knew most of them would not survive if they caught it. He’s been seeing many of his patients for ten or fifteen years, getting to know them and their families over that time, and each night he came home worried how many of his patients would still be alive in six months’ time.   READ THE FULL POSTING

 

 

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Monday musings on Australian literature: Guest post from Michelle on our Brave New (online) World

Whispering Gums

Today, I present another Monday Musings guest post coordinated for me by Bill (The Australian Legend), this one from Michelle Scott Tucker, author of the wonderful Elizabeth Macarthur: A life at the edge of the world (my review).

Thanks so much again to Bill and to Michelle for helping me out with my Monday Musings. Read on … and of course we’d love your comments  … Do you think your online activity will change significantly post-COVID-19?

Michelle’s post

Hands up if you’re quite the expert at videoconferencing now. Got your lighting all sorted? Your headphone hair? De rigueur Indigenous artwork behind you?

With the onset of the COVID-19 shutdowns, the Australian literary community has moved its events online with commendable alacrity. A few organisations, like the Wheeler Centre, were ahead of the curve. They’ve regularly livestreamed some of their events for a while now. But for…

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Nature Speaks

desertification

before cultivation the water flowed
bouncing on leaves falling falling
to pool on fertile forest floor below

before cultivation the water flowed
flora bursting with life and clean air
jostling for sunspace canopy flirting

before cultivation the water flowed
we didn’t listen as we ploughed
clearing tree roots to feed fields

before cultivation the water flowed
now encrusted salt lusts after land
no sweetness here just bitter dry sand


Frances Macaulay Forde © 2007

 

This article in The Guardian  reminded me of my poem published in FAWWA and POETS UNION anthologies.

Marco Lambertini, Elizabeth Maruma Mrema and Maria Neira

Wed 17 Jun 2020 15.00 AEST

CORONAVIRUS IS A WARNING TO US TO MEND OUR BROKEN RELATIONSHIP WITH NATURE.

The world must embrace a recovery that involves sustainable farming and clean energy. Anything else is a false economy

 Deforestation in the Amazon jungle, Brazil, 2019. Photograph: Ueslei Marcelino/Reuters

In 1997, a large area of rainforest in south-east Asia was burned to the ground to make way for palm oil plantations. A combination of deforestation, forest fires and drought are believed to have forced hundreds of fruit bats away from their natural habitats towards fruit orchards planted in close proximity to intensive pig farms. These conditions led to the emergence of the Nipah virus, which spilled over from infected bats to pigs, and from pigs to pig farmers. Over the next two years, the disease would kill more than 100 people. This should have served as a warning.

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Poetry Postcards

While we’re all separated from each other by COVID-19, perhaps it’s time to send postcards again?  It’s an old-fashioned habit – a short note delivered by the postie, to let others know we are thinking of them.

So, I thought I’d share some poetry postcards I’ve printed using Vistaprint when they have a ‘special’ on postcards.  I used my own photos or artworks with my poems and gave them away when I was doing talks or workshops.

Recently I was in Residence at Burn Beach Cafe as part of the Cafe Poets Project with Australian Poetry, our national organisation and my postcards were quite popular.

The first three are from my time at Burns Beach on the Sunset Coast of Western Australia and the next couple are chosen at random.   I have published many over the years.

    

 

#PoetryPostcards  #FrancesMacaulayForde  #CINQUAIN:Love  #POEM:INeedYou  #POEM:TheBoffin  #POEM:Reserved  #HaikuPoems  #POEM:DoIKnowYou

 

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Another First: Interview on Tea Toast & Trivia! — Elizabeth Gauffreau

via Another First: Interview on Tea Toast & Trivia! — Elizabeth Gauffreau

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The Sound of Music

I’m thinking of Mum and Dad – yesterday would have been their 76th wedding anniversary. How I would love to have taken them to watch their great-granddaughter Taisen on stage. Maybe they did, anyway… either way I know they would have been so proud!

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I was 15 or 16 in 1965 when ‘The Sound of Music’ was released and probably got to see it pretty soon after, at our local Astra Cinema in Kitwe, Zambia.

Yes, we did have cinemas in the ‘wilds of Africa’ and we got new releases pretty soon after they were…    You got dressed up then – women even wore gloves and a gorgeous outfit to evening showings.

When I was younger it was a big deal to go to the cinema every Saturday morning, then off to OK Bazaars to spend our 2 shillings & 6 pence pocket money on some cheap trincket.

We had to meet Mum and Dad at the Kitwe Club for a pickled fish and crusty bread (and lemonade) lunch on the verandah.   Sometimes, we’d spend the afternoon playing tennis or watching the adults.

Fast foward 50 years and I’ve just watched my great niece Taisen play Gretyl…

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